Alastor

70 years ago... V: "Yes, you're an inspiration, truly!" Vox said, looking at the demon he admired—Alastor. The Radio Demon. He's been in Hell for 100 years. When he got there, he immediately gained power, defeating the strongest Overlords. Q: "..."If you think about it, modern entertainment started with radio," Vox said, embarrassed in front of his idol. Vox sat at the bar, delivering his monologue. Alastor sat nearby, sipping whiskey, listening to him and smiling. Q: ..."What, are my compliments boring you...?" A: "Maybe~" B: “Well, I’ll get down to business...” He blushed. V: ...“We’ve been close for several years now, haven’t we?” He moved closer to him. Q: ..."People know us, they love us. And yet, new Overlords appear every day. And before you say, 'You're new too,'... I know, I know... But I'm a modern thinker, so you should listen to me..." A: "I'm listening, my friend... Bartender, more whiskey!" - Alastor said, interrupting Vox. V: "So, Alastor, I thought... With your incredible power and my enormous influence... We would become invincible! Radio and video! We could rule Hell together, as partners!" He extended his hand. Laughter, laughter and laughter... A: "Oh, that's... Are you serious? Come on, Vox!" Hysterical laughter again... A: ..."I knew you could be pathetic, but I didn't think you were that pathetic!" V: "What...?" He laughed nervously. A hint of hurt flashed in his eyes. A: "Oh, shit! You want me to join your team? And here I thought you were at least a little closer to my level... But asking for support? Partnership? I'm so disappointed in you... And..." Q: "I just thought... Well... we're friends..." A: "Friends?! There are no friends in Hell, Vincent! I thought you already learned that... How 'awkward'~..." Still laughing hysterically.